() BoneClan () Part 2 () Sounds Like Fun! NOT. () ((OPEN!))

Blade started to canter off in the direction of the small insert of water along the outskirts of territory.

Panther slid out from behind his brother, and followed the golden serval.

Cougar followed slowly, still hurting thanks to the brat apprentice.


(Okey, Blade is SHAYDE's mate, not Knife's. He is Knife's half brother.)

"But then, what will Knife do if you don't..." Foxpaw asked, not wanting to finish. He wanted to cry but instead did a weird hug thingy.

((XD))

Knife followed Blade, Cougar, and Panther.

((WELL YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME THAT SOONER!))

Scratchpaw looked at Foxpaw, and it was pretty hard to keep calm. "I think you know what she'll do." He said, his voice close to trembling. "Just, please promise me you'll be careful. I'm hoping that if I don't come back she'll only come and get me." He sighed, and then at that moment he wanted to be a little kit again. He just wanted to curl up next to his parents and not worry. Good thing Foxpaw hadn't asked what the fight was about.. Scratchpaw shivered slightly.

((Approved/Added))

((THANKIES BRANCH!))

Foxpaw looked into Scratchpaw's eyes. "Just one thing, Scratchpaw. Why does Knife want you back? What was the fight about?" He asked dearly.

((Darn. I didn't want him to ask. -SARCASUM SMART-ONE. xD- I totally wanted him to ask. xD))

Scratchpaw looked at him for a moment, quietly. "I.. It's not important, trust me on that. He was just making up stupid lies." He looked at Foxpaw. "Now promise you'll be careful, and please don't tell Mom."

"I-I'll try, brother. Don't tell anyone about tonight, even if they torture you. If you are to die, die knowing that," Foxpaw whispered on the verge of tears, "Knowing that I love you."

Oh, StarClan. Scratchpaw thought, horrified at his brother's sorrowful expression. He nodded slightly, and licked his brother's ear. "I love you too, Foxpaw. I'll come back soon, I promise." He said, and slipped out the secret way in the den. Well, maybe he could make one promise that wouldn't be kept, but reassured at the very least.

Shayde yawned, slinking from the shade (LOL) of a tree to the open sunlight of the bay.
Thankfully Thunderclan hadn't followed them past the border.

Sword growled at a fish in the lagoon.
He batted it with a tan paw and splashed.

Dagger was giggling at a butterfly, slightly excited that
her mother had let her play.

Foxpaw cried secretly and curled up at the back of the den. he slowly drifted to sleep. He wanted to be at peace in his dreams, but all he could dream about was Scratchpaw's blood all over Knife's claws. There was Cougar and Panther, and... some other cat-like creatures, about 4. What were they...

Scratchpaw padded through the quiet forests, trying not to cry. The Clan was a train wreck headed for turmoil, and he knew it. All because he was supposedly missing and because Scarheart was gone. He sniffed the air, and froze in place. Familiar scents flooded his nose.. Knife, Blade, Cougar and Panther! Panicking, he dashed up a tree and watched.

((*COUGH* FINE *COUGH*))

Knife budged Blade. "I see them!" She smiled eyeing Shayde.

Scratchpaw looked over, and saw three other cats that looked like Blade. He dearly hoped his scent was hidden by the leaves and debris. He watched quietly, barely breathing. Please.. Please don't let Knife see him..

((Your just setting everything up, eh? XD))

Knife sniffed the air and smiled. "The Scratch has arrived," she annouced.

((Yep. Yep I am. xDD))

Scratchpaw froze again. StarClan, StarClan, StarClan. Well, he couldn't really run now. He jumped down from the tree gracefully. "You said my name?" He asked, hoping his voice didn't sound as panicked as he felt.

"Why, hello there. What a surprise! Why don't you come with me. I have some people for you to meet," Knife said, sarcastically.

"I'd rather not," Scratchpaw replied, his claws coming out instinctively. He met Knife's gaze evenly, challengingly. It was hard to keep his bristling fur under control, but he managed fairly well.

"Are you sure? I bet they'd like you. And they're probably your age," Knife tried to persuade. She led Scratchpaw towards her nephew and neice.

Scratchpaw carefully followed her, his claws sliding back in. He was on guard the whole time. When he saw the two little servals, he wanted to sigh heavily. He still wasn't coming back, but he smiled slightly at them. He didn't meet anyone's gazes. At all.

Knife smiled and walked towards Shayde. "So, any of them giving you some trouble? You know how I deal with that!" She laughed and sat on the other side of Shayde.

Scratchpaw stood away from the little group. trying to plan when he could just get away, far, far away. He didn't want to be near any of them, and he couldn't.. No, he wouldn't hurt them in front of the little servals, who were only younger then him by a smidge.